I heard the shouting but I didn’t realize it was for me. I finally turned and saw a bald man with yellowed eyes and teeth. I could make out the bones in his skull as his brown skin slid over them. He walked with a slouch and wore an oversized coat with a button on each lapel. One of them read “I LIKE MIKE”. The other one contained writing in Arabic that I couldn’t read. “What?” I asked, reflexively, though I knew it was most likely a mistake to respond. “You did not hear me?” He asked in a heavy middle-eastern accent. “I was yelling to you. Cool jacket!” I laughed. He pointed one of his bony fingers into the buttons on my right…